User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212/@comment-3135907-20190617002718

On the opposite streambank, a stone's throw into Mossflower Wood, and unknown to prey and predator, something else was on the hunt. The raspberry fool expected nothing. On two digging claws, the paw stalked its next meal, tensed and coiled to strike. When the time was ripe, it pounced on the meadowcreamed confection and tore it viciously asunder. Victoriously, it raised the catch toward its master's waiting maw. Dowdl Burrlow popped the last bit of dessert in and smacked away thoughtfully. "Gurt seasons, but ee do be a roight lusherwus likkle villyun, burrhurr!" He licked raspberry drizzle from his claws as he scrunched his velvety self up against the broad smooth face of the stalwart elm. Noticing it for what seemed the first time, he turned and patted the trunk affectionately. "Et be jest ee en' oi naow, boi gumm. Be a gud matey en' keep thoi barken ois peeled whoilst yung Dowdl be a-sleepen, eh?" He winked and drew his broad tam-o'-shanter low over his face. In two blinks of a mole's eye, the little hunter was fast asleep, snoring louder than any respectable Bloodwrath creature had ever shrieked.